George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 2

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V* 

I had been sitting in the shelter for 2 days now, I only had half a loaf of bread left to eat. It was freezing, it always is, no electricity or heat. I pulled my knees up close to my chest and hugged them tight. Whenever it was cold, me and Jacob used to cuddle together and keep each other warm, I loved it. Even though we were just best friends, I could feel a love rising for him, and not in a friendship way.

But, he's gone now...

I felt a tear roll down my face as I turned to look at his old, empty mattress. Oh Jacob. Why did this have to happen to us? Why did that disease have to turn my whole world upside down? Why couldn't I have just died with the rest of humanity.

Suddenly, a loud bang errupted on the metal door, followed by mindless moans and groans from the monsters outside.

They'd found me! 

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" I stuttered to myself as I shot up from the mattress, grabbing a metal rod that lay on the ground. The gut - wrenching moans made my whole body tremble, is this it? Is this the end? 

There was no way out for me, they were blocking to only entrance and exit to the small building. It won't be long until they break in, and what could I do about it? Whack them over the head with a rod? 

No, they're dead anyway, what fucking difference would it make!? 

"ARGH!" I heard painful groans from outside, followed by the sounds of... Gun shots. 

Wait? Gun Shots... Zombies don't need guns? Is there another human? No, it couldn't be! I would have known by now! 

"GET AWAY!" A deep voice yelled in anger, followed by yet another bullet blast. My heart was pounding, a stiff smile grew on my face. There was another person out there! A human! Jacob!? 

My heart missed a beat as I pictured my best friend walking back through that door after so long, in the back of my mind I knew it was impossible, nobody could have survived a month out there on their own without shelter. 

"HELP! JACOB!?" I screeched without thinking. It fell silent outside for a moment, then a bashing on the door made me jump again. I picked up the rod, my breath quickening. I hoped and prayed for it to be a human being, but I couldn't be sure so I grasped the rod tight around my shaking hand. 

The lock burst open, allowing whoever wanted to trespass an entrance. I screamed and collapsed onto the mattress, closing my eyes tight and wrapping my hands around both ears. I didn't even see who or what it was, I just chickened out. I was too scared... 

Suddenly, I felt two warm hands take hold of both of my forearms that were reaching up to my head. I didn't open my eyes, I just screamed. "NO! GET OFF! GO AWAY!" And tried to bat away their hands, I succeeded. This really surprised me and it clarified something for me, it wasn't a zombie. 

My eyes shot open, a boy was crouched at the side of the mattress staring at me. He wasn't too much older than me. He had curly brown hair that was styled messily on his head, amazing, caring brown eyes and full plump lips. He was gorgeous. 

"Oh my God." We whispered simultaneously, equally as shocked to see another survivor. He smiled, showing deep dimples and I smiled back, unaware that tears were falling down my cheeks. I swear, when he smiled, I definitely recognised him from somewhere. 

"Are you alright?" His deep voice whispered as he wiped away a tear on my cheek. He had the gentlest touch. I nodded, smiling like an idiot. "Thank you." I whispered as we both stood up. "Thank you for saving me." I finished. 

He smiled at me and bowed his head to the ground. "You're welcome." He said humbly, reaching a hand out for me to shake. Finally, I could touch someone. It had been so long since my skin had had contact with touch. I lifted my trembling arm up and shook his strong hand gratefully. 

"George." He smiled, still shaking my hand.

"Olivia" I answered as he pulled his hand away much to soon. 

"How did you find me?" I whispered, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. 

"I'll explain soon, but for now it isn't safe here. They know you're here. Come with me?" He asked, taking my hand again. I had no choice, there was nothing around here for me anyway. I nodded and took one last glance around the room I had shared with Jacob. 

"Let's go." George said, pulling on my arm signalling to leave as deathly groans could be heard in the distance, slowly getting closer. 

He led me out the door, keeping tight hold of my hand. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a dirty blue top, it was ripped and filthy, but I wasn't any better. He pulled out a small black gun from his pocket with his free hand as he held mine in his other. 

"I might not need to use it. But it's better to have it, I guess." He said to me, obviously noticing my confused face towards it. But I wasn't thinking that, I was thinking about where the hell he got it from. 

Before I could ask, he tugged down on my arm so we were now both couched behind a wooden crate outside my shelter. George's arm fell protectively in front of my body and I instantly felt safer with him around. 

"What is it, George!?" I whispered, looking around for a reason to stop. "There!" George hissed, pointing in the direction of 3 Zombies in the alleyway. "Shit!" I whined, starting to tremble again. George's hand tightened around my own as he whispered, "You'll be alright." Before standing up and walking towards them with his gun outstretched and me following close behind him. 

The was a silence as all 3 of them mindlessly turned their hollow heads towards us. They screeched at us before taking a slow step towards us. Suddenly, George fired repetitive bullets at them, each knocking them back in turn. Finally, they lay on the floor, cold and deader than ever. 

"Yes!" George whispered to himself before re-taking my hand and pulling me past the bodies on the floor. 

"GEORGE!" I screamed, one of their cold hands clasped around my ankle as I walked past them. It was one smart zombie! George's head whizzed around, his brown hair swirling as his motion brought his eyes to me, horror and anger filling his pupils instantly. 

"GET OFF HER!" He roared, before bringing up his foot and smashing it on the Zombie's skull. His hand fell limp of my ankle and George grabbed my waist and pulled me away from them before anything else could happen. 

"Quick! It's just over there!" He yelled, before pulling me along to a large warehouse just around the corner.

There was another human so close to me and I never knew. 

Someone who had just saved my life. 

This was defiantly the start of something new...